"Worth it?"
"Yes, sir, dying by your hand is an honor, and he had the privilege of doing so, yet he only brought out that brocade pouch filled with gold. Honestly, it's a bit too little."
"I see, I misunderstood you. Then you may go."
"Yes, sir."
The corpse's head lay motionless, as if the soul still lingered there, never departing.
As if anyone could just walk away.
The soul being pulled between two realms was simply unbearable.
Once was okay, but multiple times would drive a person insane from pain.
"Next."
Shen Ye called out.
Not a single person on the entire first floor of the inn spoke.
Everyone glanced at the corpse, then at him, and subconsciously, they all lowered their heads.
Having witnessed Butcher Zhao's end, everyone's intelligence was now online.
No new challengers stepped forward.
After a while.
"Wait for me, I'll bring your master up," the shopkeeper said.
He made his way down the stairs.
In no time at all.